And what's this I was going to say, dean? O, I understand. Listen, here I'll wait on thee till Thingavalla with beautiful do be careful teacakes, more stues- ser flavoured than Vanilla and blackcurrant there's a cure in, like a … [Leer más...]
459.06-14 y sigue hablando de la apariencia de Issy
We. We. Issy done that, I confesh! But you'll love her for her hessians and sickly black stockies, cleryng's jumbles, salvadged from the wash, isn't it the cat's tonsils! Simply killing, how she tidies her hair! I call … [Leer más...]
458.32-459.06 El pelo de Shaun, y la cara de Issy
When I throw away my rollets there's rings for all. Flee a girl, says it is her colour. So does B and L and as for V! And listen to it! Cheveluir! So distant you're always. Bow your boche! Absolutely perfect! I will pack my comb … [Leer más...]
457.26-31
I understand but listen, drawher nearest, Tizzy intercepted, flushing but flashing from her dove and dart eyes as she tactilifully grapbed her male corrispondee to flusther sweet nunsongs in his quickturned ear, I know, benjamin … [Leer más...]
457.21-26 (cuando la bautizó, menudo bautizo!)
A tear or two in time is all there's toot. And then in a click of the clock, toot toot, and doff doff we pop with sinnerettes in silkettes lining longroutes for His Diligence Majesty, our longdistance laird that likes creation. To … [Leer más...]